Cale; Hi! Wow, it has been a long time since we updated.

Jace; whose fault is that?

Cale; Shut it you,any who since my douche of a brother deleted the original version of The Niro Case we decided to, re-write it with a lot less OC; however, there is still the same amount of OCCness here.

Jace; We would like to remind people that this is Sort-of AU, which means it is – in essence – a "what if" story. So Rin does NOT tell Shiro not to call himself his father ever again and Mephisto was NOT the "friend" that Shiro told Rin to go to.

Cale; this is set four years later after that, Shiro and Yukio think that Rin is dead. We have to warn you there is Yaoi in this. It might not be extreme but it will appear eventually but we will give warnings when it appears.

Both; if you do not like that then please do not read this. Thank you

Summary; when Rin fled his childhood home, he never would have thought four years later that his life could take even more a bizarre turn. Upon arriving in the demon nest that was Tokyo, he definitely did not expect to find his father and twin brother there, ready to hunt him down.

Warnings; Language/violence/Supernatural themes.

PS. Regrettably neither of us has ever been to Tokyo so do not be expecting any detailed descriptions of the city landmarks. If anything, it is a made up city and we have borrowed the name Tokyo.

He cursed as he hit the tarmac, bouncing back off from the force before hitting the ground again in a spin, rolling until he passed a metal pole. Gripping it tightly he grunted as he forced is body up into the air to swing round. The momentum sent his booted foot into the face of the rabid demon that was chasing after him and a sick satisfaction sunk in as the creature flew backwards and impaled onto another metal spike. It screamed once before falling silent and he grinned bloodily as his feet touched the ground again. Slowly, as if taunting the now dead demon, he turned his head to the side and spat out a mouthful of blood from the punch that had sent him spinning.

A cry of a demon echoed down the street and he chuckled as he set off, carrying on in that manner; taking out the demons as they attacked him. Moving with a deadly silence through the streets, ducking behind broken walls and into abandoned builds like a deadly predator with a mission and a bad attitude.

Tokyo city – once so defined as busy and lively was a dead city – overrun with demons and ghouls. It had been the result of the exorcise base in the south of Tokyo being blown up by some weird blue explosion that ripped a hole right through the wall between Assiah and Gehenna thrust letting a constant wave of demons out – right up until the Order closed it – immediately the cleanup crews had moved in but it wasn't enough. Hence, why he was running through the streets; taking out as many of the demons as possible. Whilst also looking for city centre.

Rin Okumura dropped to the ground by a broken down bank, mumbling as he hit the cracked and dusty floor, rolling under a large slab of concrete.

The curses and cries of surprise from the people hiding inside the building found themselves ignored as Rin ducked in to what would have been a safe only five days ago. Surprisingly it was intact and Rin pondered on the idea of it being a bomb shelter. The contents – making him pause in the safes doorway – was not what he was expecting to say the least; for stood before him was a ring of Hunters, four men and three women and all heavily armed.

One of the men (more like a boy) was sneering in distaste, the metal loop in his eyebrow twisted in a way that Rin could only imagine as painful. A bleached blond streak ran down the centre of his head, his ears riddled with studs, and metallic loops in what must have been an extreme act of rebellion or just a really bad fashion taste. Not that Rin could ever talk about fashion sense having literally lived in a cave for four years, for all he knew that was the current fashion trend.

Another had bubblegum pink hair that made Rin want to cringe and a metal staff like thing in his hands, the gormless expression did nothing to enhance the impression of his intelligence especially if his hair was anything to go by.

Next to them was a small bald guy with glasses, who looked terrified and kept trembling, Rin quickly dismissed him as a chanter* instead of a fighter. Opposite was a small busty blond girl in a kimono, tears in her eyes and an annoyingly pathetic expression seemingly engraved onto her what-would-be pretty face, beside her was a tall girl with a flat chest with dark purple hair, weird eyebrows and a glare to match. Finally, there was a tall busty woman in a bikini and short shorts with blond and red hair.

It was not – however – six people that had made Rin pause in his mission, odd-looking as they were. No, it was the man that was very clearly their leader; with his grey hair still as unruly as ever. His stupid grey goatee, round glasses and priest clothing had not changed either and for some reason it made Rin angry and hurt that the man hadn't changed despite his disappearance.

The moment Rin had stopped to hover in the doorway they had all turned to face him with an air of surprise and Rin was sure glade as hell that he had changed over the past four years as they're eyes narrowed at him.

Shiro Fujimoto stepped forwards, a dark scowl on his face as the other hunters moved to form a semi-circle around the old man. Rin arched an eyebrow at the movement but otherwise let no changes in his expressions show. 'Must be students of his…'The taste of jealousy was bitter in his mouth and Rin forced himself to swallow. If this was the payment he had to make for leaving his family to protect them, then so be it…even if he did not like it.

"Who are you?" Shiro asked quietly, his voice full of command and power. Rin frowned and cocked his head to the side, mildly offended that the man who had called himself his father for fifteen years did not recognises him. In what was a rather childish response, Rin ignored the question in favour of trying to figure out why these people were here and why he was not staring at a broken-down courtyard with a horde of demons bellow. 'I am sure this was meant to lead me to the city centre…I should be there already' He thought as he scratched his chin in habitude.

"Oi!" Strippy hissed, "Don't just ignore Fujimoto-sama!"

'…left, right, straight, left, right, and right, left…I do not think I missed a turn' Rin thought – ignoring the bad fashion/rebellious boy and his pointless outrage – counting his turns, mentally glaring at the map he had memorised only hours ago in preparation for this stupid and rather easy mission.

Strippy stepped forwards, breaking their perfect formation that probably took years to perfect without someone tripping over and attempted to grab his collar, however Rin moved subconsciously; slapping the reaching hand away before pointing one of his guns at the irritated Strippy haired boy.

Everyone froze, staring at the gun in astonishment. When had he pulled that out? They all thought at the same time.

Rin however was now in a world of his own, running over all of the instructions and descriptions on the landmarks given. He had not missed anything from the briefing so why was he lost. Where was the fighting? The killing? The rabid demons fighting for kingship of this hellhole?

"…I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere…" Rin muttered irritably under his breath, the others still heard him though and exchange confused glances.

"Erm…are you lost?" Pinkie asked carefully and Rin looked up, momentarily taken aback by the question before realising his mistake. He silently cursed himself; that was the old him-he did not talk aloud anymore. He was the man that would kill anyone for any reason.

"Nope. I'm fine. I'll just be blowing a hole through that wall now," Rin said emotionlessly in a breezy kind of way with a fake grin before moving the barrel of the gun from Strippy to the wall behind Shiro, still grinning sadistically. The exorcists cursed before jumping out of the way, just as the teen pulled the trigger. There was a loud bang followed by a crash and a swarm of smoke and dust rushed at them.

Rin closed his eyes and mouth, holding his breath as he hoisted the demon gun, years of practice and experience being his teacher and reminder in action. After counting to ten, the half demon opened his eyes to find a massive hole staring out into the place he wanted to be.

"Perfect. I knew I wasn't lost," he said, in an almost describable happy tone, his eyes locking with Pinkie's shocked ones. "Well, see ya" Rin stated with an empty smile after a somewhat awarded pause before running towards the hole, a flick of his wrist sent one of his knives sailing through the air to kill a demon as it climbed through, hitting it point blank. Without looking first Rin sprinted through the hole, grabbing his knife as he did so. Flipping over once the half demon grunted slightly as his feet hit the back of another demon, ridding it down the slope of rubble like a surfer would a do wave.

Father was here…maybe-No! Yukio was a part of my old life now; I cannot waste this mission to see a boy who never liked me. Rin scowled as he jumped again firing shots off from his twin guns. Damn them all. Angry and irritated the teen spun around to meet his enemy, a scowling dangerous looking creature. Ooh, loads of fun, he thought sarcastically as they began to run at each other, snarling.

Shiro was silent as he watched the young man so close in age to his own son flip over the livid demon with ease, his guns flashing as he shot at it. Drenched in its own blood the evil creature screeched in anger and swiped at the man, missing by a hairs breath as he danced out of the way. Even Shiro had to frowned at the torture it was being shown; the boy was clearly not trying to kill it, he was trying to make it angry. The way he fought was not the exorcist style either; it was more brutal and deadly than their style.

That child…I know him from somewhere…I know that style too. There was an explosion of red smoke as the teen threw a black ball at the demon, jumping away whilst the demon continued to run towards it, blind in its anger…and disintegrated instantly when the smoke touched its skin – human host and all. Shiro raised his eyebrows in surprise and interest, that type of attack was not something he had seen before. The teen stood up and grinned, although it was still empty, that much was clear even from up above.

Curious, Shiro critically examined the young man as he span out of a demons warpath. The boy had long hair tied into a plait; his face was sharp and angular, framed by his jagged raven fringe. He was tall and lean, probably standing eye to eye with Shiro himself. A set of torn and worn faded black skinny jeans hugged his toned legs whilst a simple dark blue faded print t-shirt with scorched marks and rips all over it clung to his chest. A pair of battered black boots completed the run away look.

Shiro arched an eyebrow as he noticed – for the first time – that strapped to his waist was a set of wicked looking guns, some holly bombs and a pair of curved knives that looked like they could do some serious damage, along with all that there was a sword was across his back.

There was a soft chuckle and Shiro tore his eyes away to face his grim best friend Methisto and solemn son, Yukio.

"I see you've been sent help this time eh? Shiro?" Mephisto asked, smirking as he glanced down at the boy who was now effectively picking off the lower levels of the demon as they scurried towards him, a manic laugh escaping whenever he was not singing what sounded to be "Seven Nation Army".

Yukio turned his head away and let his face turn to a sneer at the reckless style fighting. Shiro bit back the reproach he wanted to spit out, Yukio was not a child anymore and could assess his own performance…even if he was currently acting like a spoilt one.

"Yer, he appeared out of nowhere before freezing. I think he wasn't expecting us to be here," Shiro explained with a shrug, Shima chuckled nervously from his corner, attracting everyone's attention. The pink haired boy swallowed harshly, clearly unsettled by the abrupt attention.

"Was it just me or did he seem lost. Before Bon got in his face it looked like he was running something through his head-like directions or something" Shiro frowned having noticed it as well but had written it off as his old age whispering things to him. The eccentric behaviour almost reminded him of- Oh hell no!

"You don't think he works for Niro do you?" Mephisto hissed as Shiro uttered the name of his eldest cousin, his demonic eyes flashing in anger and his short tail quivered in rage. Shiro wanted to roll his eyes at the demons response to his own cousin but he knew better than to do that, Mephisto sure was creative when pisses off, not to mention petty. Niro was one nasty fucker and Mephisto had every right to be pissed off with the other man.

"Let's find out. Yukio, Shima, Bon, Izumo. Bring him to me" the young exorcists nodded once before leaping out of the giant hole with a lot less grace that the boy.

Rin…protect us in our time of time of need. Please.

"…Everyone knows about it

From the Queen England to the hounds of Hell-"

Just when Rin had been about to get to his favoured part, he made a strategic pause as someone shot at him, Strippy, Pinkie and Eyebrows hot on their heal as they ran at him.

Above him – in the bank safe – Shiro and Mephisto watched intensely and Rin fought off the urge to flip them off. Why are you doing this to me old man? Rin thought, glaring at Shiro, the old man looked away almost as if he knew to be ashamed.

Pinkie was the first brave (stupid) exorcist to leap at him, waving his staff around in a weird style that Rin recognised easily as the monks of the Cursed Temple's style. The six months Rin had trained with them had him ducking with ease, his hands shooting out to hit the boy's pressure points, knocking him out. – Rule one of group fighting; never just injure an opponent, take them out.

As Pinkie fell, Eyebrows leapt over his body, twin blades twirling in her skilled hands. Rin ducked the blades before stepping into her, his forearms clashing with hers; making it impossible for her to swing the blades down at him. However if she relaxed her wrists she would hit him in the chest – not that he gave her the time nor chance to do that – snaking a leg around hers, Rin twisted his body and threw Eyebrows over his hip and at the other teen who slowed his attack to catch the girl.

The hairs on the back of his neck prickled and Rin flipped over Pinkie's metal staff that Strippy was waving at him.

Irritated the raven brought his heal down on the exorcist hand causing him to yelp and let go. Just as Rin was, about to perform a spinning kick to Strippy's face another shot was fired and as it rebounded off the staff still falling to the ground Rin cursed and leapt away, tumbling backwards.

Damnit! What is with this boy and his crap timing! Rin grumbled to himself, moving into a low crouch, ready to spring into fight mode at any given time.

The staff hit the ground with a resounding clank.

In the stillness, that followed Rin allowed his eyes to wonder over the teen that kept shooting at him 'That is not Yukio' Rin thought in surprise 'Holy shit it is Yukio' Rin's eyes widened in surprise before narrowing to glare with irritation '…he is taller than I am!' Rin noticed with despair. 'Not only did he interrupt my attacks but he is taller than I am as well!'

Miffed, Rin growled and turned his glare towards Strippy as the weird boy skipped backwards to stand next to Yukio and Eyebrows – who was supporting Pinkie – all three were glaring at him as Yukio held him hostage by gun point. Not that Rin could not escape and still kick their butts, he was just wary of his younger twin shooting at him again.

'It is funny that now he does not have to pretend to love me his subconscious knows to hate me' Rin thought as he watched Yukio's face. It seemed that his brother was conflicted by something – not that Rin cared, Yukio would probably try to kill him before confessing what was wrong.

Yukio kept his gun aimed at Rin's head, whilst Strippy said something into an ancient-looking communicator, his tone respectable and polite. Rin almost snorted and rolled his eyes at the little puppy act. 'He is calling his Boss…wonder who he is' Rin mused, visually relaxing his crouch until he was sitting with his legs crossed, leaning backwards onto his hands, looking up at the three hunters with a small grin.

Yukio's startled reaction was evident enough to say he had spooked him; sadly, Rin was almost happy that he had unnerved his younger brother it had been so long since he had teased him. Even when they were fifteen, it had been difficult to get a rise out of Yukio what with his cool and mature act. Bored with watching his brother Rin turned his gaze to the sky and almost smiled at the overcast.

Of course, the sky would be gloomy in a post-apocalyptic city.

"Who are you?" Strippy snapped and Rin pulled his eyes away from the sky to glare at the idiotic boy who was attempting to interrogate him – not that it was working. If he didn't answer Shiro, when he asked then what on earth made this child think he would answer him! The intensity of his glare almost made both Strippy and Eyebrows step backwards, the smell of fear rolling off them in waves. 'Morons'.

"I am no one, I am everyone. I am nothing I am everything-" Rin told them, bored with this conversation already. He cut off as the tip of his tail twitched, a dark shadow fell over Strippy and he looked up to meet the odd eyes of his elder half brother.

"You're dodging the question little boy" Strippy tensed as the perverted clown, Mephisto, placed a hand on his shoulder. Rin arced an eyebrow 'Little boy? Pedo!' he almost laughed at his own thoughts.

Yukio sent the clown a seething glance before lowering his gun. Shiro moved next to his son and smirked at the glare Yukio was sending to the Head Master. Rin was also grinning now; it was empty and emotionless but a grin never the less. It was amusing, his old life on one side and the enemy on the other. 'Master would find this interesting'.

"I know you" Mephisto continued "Your one of Niro's students, Lace or something" Rin raised the other eyebrow so that both were close to his hairline at the statement but said nothing, he knew of this Clown's anger. It was not exactly a secret; there was an entire book series of one of his temper tantrums!

"Niro trains his students in teams. Where is yours" Shiro asked quietly, his eyes downcast. Rin smirked and cocked his head to the side, pretending to be thinking. His orders said nothing about fighting neither humans nor the demons that work for them. That meant he had a free pass for whatever it was he did next…as long as it was not messy his boss would not care.

"Hummmmmm….I'm special" Rin replied with a wicked grin, his eyes shining mischievously as he ignited as staring contest with his elder brother, daring him to look away and give him the chance to escape.

When that did not work he said; "My turn now. Why are you here? Your protocol says that after three days if the situation isn't dealt with you…nuke it" Rin sat forwards, losing his grin and all playfulness. "So I'll ask once again, why are you still here. It must be important if the two big guns of your little Order and their bitches are here to personally deal with it…" Rin trailed off as Mephisto and Shiro exchanged looks. It was not the sort that said, "We'll tell you everything", appose to; they were going to do something stupid like try and capture him.

"How would you know what our protocol is?" Yukio asked, breaking the silence left by Rin's accusation. It sounded extremely snobby, but then again Rin suspected he would be the same if he had slept in a bed for four years instead of on the floor. Aside from the snide thought, Rin continued to ignore the younger exorcist, focusing on the Paladin and Demon Head Master before him. Shiro shifted uncomfortably and Rin narrowed his eyes.

"Unless…you can't" Rin muttered and the eyes of the two men flared "You can't Nuke the city 'coz it's too big-no that's not it, you happily Nuked New York a couple of years ago…" the looks on their faces was priceless and if it had been any other day then Rin would have laughed. "Performance problems then? Don't worry…lack of certain appendages does that to people"

Without warning - although Rin expected it had something to do with the mention of the lost tail - Mephisto snarled and leapt at the younger of the two demons.

Acting quickly, Rin rolled backwards, only just escaping the attack before scrambling to his feet and setting off at a sprint; dropping his holly mist bombs on the way. They wouldn't stop the crazy clown of course, but they would certainly slow him down. Humans were affected by them as well due to the hallucinate dust laced through the mist.

Taking a deep breath Rin sped up before leaping with cat like grace, landing in the window on the second floor of the empty building a curse rolling off his tongue as Yukio jumping up after him. A swift kick to the shoulder as he landed in the room took Yukio down with a yelp, sending him crashing into a bookcase. He was – of cause – back on his feet within a second but it was all the time Rin needed to take off up the stairs in an almost blur.

The two brothers race up the stairs, Rin about a ten steps above Yukio, both out of breath and both tired. Suddenly a memory of racing Yukio up the stairs when they were younger hit Rin and he almost stumbled, allowing Yukio to gain a second on him. Panicked Rin almost gave a cry of joy as he reached the door, slamming it shut behind him.

Grinning as he saw his open space; large enough to cast the teleportation portal that he summoned with natural ease. The door behind flung open just as Rin started to sprint towards the black mist steadily expanding.

Yukio must have realised that his pursuit was futile as he began to shoot at Rin, hoping to stop him, or at least slow him down but none of the bullet seemed to hit, each slug screamed in frustration as they shot by him, rebounding off the concrete floor, or disappearing over the edge of the roof. One got lucky though for just as Rin was about to leap to safety, a cartridge ripped through his upper leg and the half demon lost his concentration, falling through the portal with only a vague thought as to where he wanted to be.

Damn it Yukio!

Cale; Finished! Now who would like a preview of the next chapter?

Jace; Here's a peek of what's in store;

'Just what I need…a defaulting rabbit with no sense of self-preservation' Rin thought as he shifted his injured leg to stretch out in front of him whilst he lent against a tree

He could feel the dark presence of his Master moving towards him through the mountains. An hour at most until The Master reached him, and what better way to spend that time sleeping?

Rin smiled as he moved to get comfortable, the smile fleeing his face when he flinched as he moved too fast. Damn Yukio's a good shot with that bloody gun…I was miles away…

"Something you want Nii-san?"

"Not from you little brother"

"I will never be as good a son as you"

"…I wish you were dead"

Cale; Ooh…Review and some of that might make sense (Hopefully)

Jace; Don't put any money on it

Cale; - Ignores him – Because of how slow we work we will be updating every month.

So….

CHAPTER TWO IS NOT COMING OUT UNTIL JANUARY THE 4TH 2013.